PART I: I would eat something, something small, maybe not! I want a big feast because I'm really fucking hungry! I want to eat a or a man? You are a, how do you taste? Give me a taste, oh you're a tasty morsel I have a surprise for you, YOU WILL BECOME MY FOOD! it's an honor for you! PART II: In the day it's in my esophagus, og hiccup, ha ha, oh you rascal, you give me signs, you keep swimming and suddenly you fall into my belly My stomach is getting huge, bloated. It's time for S*IT! You'll be my brownie! wonderful! PART III: I sit on the toilet, feel the boy move ...

PART I: I would eat something, something small, maybe not! I want a big feast because I'm really fucking hungry! I want to eat a or a man? You are a, how do you taste? Give me a taste, oh you're a tasty morsel I have a surprise for you, YOU WILL BECOME MY FOOD! it's an honor for you! PART II: In the day it's in my esophagus, og hiccup, ha ha, oh you rascal, you give me signs, you keep swimming and suddenly you fall into my belly My stomach is getting huge, bloated. It's time for S*IT! You'll be my brownie! wonderful! PART III: I sit on the toilet, feel the boy move down and down.. far...oh and ANOTHER GAS. Huge, pounding chunks fall out of me, and I hear enormous splashes. ha ha ha, it's HIM, THE ONE I EATED! I can smell his stench right from the toilet. My stomach loves to deal with TYPES like him. A few moments and after him, who will I despair? Hahaha